Song Qingqing's eyes lit up and she immediately ate one bite after another.

Until I finished a bowl, I didn’t feel uncomfortable, and I felt that I couldn’t eat enough.

When Song's mother saw such a daughter, her eyes were red with distress.

As long as your daughter can eat it, it will be great. This way you can have milk to feed your child.

At night, my milk started to rise, and I wasted a lot of energy, and the child finally got his first bite of milk.

The supper was delivered by Zhou's mother. She liked this daughter-in-law, gentle, beautiful, and good at work, but she lived an ordinary life all her life, and of course she would not make an exception.

This way, Song's mother was not satisfied, but after all, her quality was placed there and there was no noise.

"My mother-in-law, you are really tired."

"Nothing, what's the fatigue of my daughter? It's natural for me to take care of her.

My mother-in-law, we are like this. Every day when I go back to cook for Qingqing, the child needs to be replenished. I can’t lose money at this time. Don’t be too careful. I have no other intentions. I just go back to make soup for the child so that she can have enough milk, and our eldest granddaughter can also eat it and grow strong."

"Okay, I can come here at noon, but it won't work in the afternoon. There is still a whole family in the family."

"Customer service is difficult, my mother-in-law, Qingqing only stayed in the hospital for a week, and it will be fine after returning home. I can make soup and take care of the children."

Zhou's mother was particularly dissatisfied, but the request was not too much, and she smiled and said that if she refused, it would be too unreasonable.

"Okay. I'll come here at three o'clock in the afternoon."

After Zhou’s mother left, Song’s mother curled her lips, “There is no job, and she still counts time so accurately?”

"Mom, forget it, just do it first, I can do it myself in the afternoon. There is no need to make you unhappy, you said that it will only be the next few days."

"You, it's because of this kind of temper that I can't pick it up and make people bully it." Song's mother had no choice but to deal with her daughter.

Song Qingqing was not particularly happy this week. She was always unable to get along with her mother and mother-in-law at home, and she felt uncomfortable.

When the couple was having sex in the evening, Zhou Zhaodong comforted his wife, "Qingqing, don't take it to your heart. You have to keep a good mood, otherwise our daughter will not be a bitter face in the future."

Song Qingqing glanced at Zhou Zhaodong, "What are you talking nonsense? I want to be discharged from the hospital immediately. There is really nothing we can do about these two old people."

"It's okay, I can understand my mother-in-law. She feels sorry for you and blames me.

Qingqing, don’t think too much, we both have to live our lives.”

"Um."

Finally, she was discharged from the hospital. Song Qingqing was wrapped up tightly and took a bicycle home.

Song's mother is a clean person and her house is very neat, so Song Qingqing is in a much better mood.

During this month, Song's mother was changing her style to cook for her daughter.

Song Qingqing also gained flesh to the naked eye. Because the two old men had a bad relationship, Zhou's mother came to take a look every afternoon, but there was no time when she didn't come.

Zhou Zhaodong treated his wife gently this month, and was extremely pleased with his mother-in-law.

Kong Mengjie was out of confinement first, and her son was sent to the kindergarten. He went back and forth five or six times a day to feed the child, and he also put the child in the house himself.

Jiang Xinyu also started school in September. To be honest, this is a senior year. The students cherish this opportunity very much, so they will start leaving contact information now.

"Xinyu, when we are separated, we don't know when we will meet."

"Yes, I'm too far away, but you have my address, so you can write me."

"It takes one month for this letter?"

"Well, there are also phone calls. If there is any change, we can tell each other. If you have the opportunity to go there, you must contact me and I will treat you to dinner."

"must."

"Sister Baozhen, is your lover enamel-shaped?"

"Well, what? Do you want enamel?"

"Yes, I don't know what to send to my friend when I go back, so I'll do it. Actually, we have it, but the one here has its own characteristics."

"What do you want? How much do you want?"

"Can you prepare thirty portions for me? One tea jar, one teapot, four tea plates, and four enamel basins."

"Good guy, you want a lot?"

"If you have time to ask your brother-in-law at home, can it work? I'll send it back in advance. I'm not going to bring much stuff with me with my two children."

"Okay, I'll go back to ask on Saturday. I think it's not OK to have so many at one time, but I can save it slowly."

"It's good if you can."

Jiang Xinyu really thought a lot, not knowing what he could bring to his friends when he went back.

"Xinyu, did you buy your house?" Zhang Shuping asked.

"Yes, I bought it when I came. After all, it's four years, and I don't want to move all the time."

"What should I do if you leave the house?"

"Let's just leave it alone, maybe I'll have a day back in the future."

"You are really rich and powerful. This is a house worth hundreds of dollars."

"It's either because of money or because I think the development here must be particularly good. Keeping it is also an investment."

Both of them looked at her in surprise, and this was the first time they heard such remarks.

"Xinyu, your house is easy to break even if it is kept like this."

"I am a person who is obsessed with cleanliness. My family doesn't want others to live there. Just leave it there and spend money to hire someone to repair it in the future."

Jiang Xinyu had long thought about this question. In the future, there is no mention of every inch of land, but the price is definitely very high. Let's just leave it there.

Both of them stopped talking, it was no small matter, I felt that Jiang Xinyu was a little overwhelmed.

On Jiang Feifei's birthday, Jiang Xinyu made a cake. Although she did not add butter, she still secretly added butter, so the taste was particularly fragrant.

The two children love to eat very much. "Mom, do I also have cakes on my birthday?"

"Of course, you have it too. Your mother will try her best to prepare it for you on your birthday in the future."

Shi Jing was satisfied. In the afternoon, Niangsan went to call Wei Kaiyun.

Wei Kaiyun was absent-minded all day today, just sitting in the office waiting for the phone call from his wife and children. Lu Weiqi called the lunch.

"dad!"

"Happy birthday, baby."

"Thank you dad."

Jiang Xinyu and Shi Jing were listening to the two of them chatting one by one, and then Shi Jing also talked a lot with his father.

Jiang Xinyu took the phone call, and Wei Kaiyun finally waited for his wife, "Xinyu, how are you doing this?"

"It's okay, what about you?"

"I just miss you three mothers."

Jiang Xinyu was really not used to saying this on the public phone, so she put down the phone after saying a few words.
Chapter completed!